Big Trouble/Transcript

Greasepit: Huh? Uh-oh, them fighting ferrets and their friends has found sulfer drill in sight. Boy, life stinks. Attention, all used goons, attack!

Pooh Bear: Oh, dear, it's those goons again!

Tigger: Aww, shucks. There goes our fun golf day.

Modo: Okay, who forgot to pay the green fees?

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Goon: There's a party favor for you, motor rat!

(Modo leaps out of the way as the goon throws the grenade at him.)

Goons: Huh? (both of them get grabbed by Modo)

Modo: Rat, huh?!

Goon: He said it.

Goon 2: Exact of it, baby. (punches Modo's ribs which hurts his knuckles)

Modo: (chuckles) Ouch! (throws punches at the goons and comes out) Man, that felt good.